We were stardust once said Mother Crow to her nestlings high up a gulmohar tree in the park of a city suburbs. Mother Crow survived the first monsoon fending off city monkeys far bigger than she was from eating her eggs and she plans on surviving the rain and the storm and the hails and the gale. Mother Crow is a scavenger, she needed her inguenity and intelligence to survive in a human jungle. She doted her children in a way humans doted theirs. She will die for them. She is a good mother. There is a road that leads to the park where office goers of the city commute every single day. It was hectic at rush hours where vehicles of all kinds swerved around in chaos bellowing up dust into the air covering up the leafs of trees in the park in brown. One of those tree was a cranky old mango tree who hated the gulmohar for taking away all his insects who protected his fruits from diseases and birds. There was a car that could speak named Debry. There was a boy who lived nea...